A/N: I don't own any of the Big Bang Theory characters and I am not making any money from writing this.
Please forgive any minor spelling or grammar mistakes, English is not my native language. (I will probably edit this more later, because I'm busy, so bare with me.)
This story takes place post "The Hofstadter Insufficency" but assumed that it takes place after the events from "The Scavenger Vortex".
This story contains NON CANON pairings. And A STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT. BOTH FEMSLASH AND HET. It can be OOC at times. If that offended you, DON'T READ IT, because you will not enjoy it. Not even if you are a fan of my other work. Don't even try, for your own good. You will be forever scarred. If you enjoy the femslash, read just this chapter and nothing else. And, although this story isn't a parody, it isn't supposed to be taken totally seriously.
Bernadette stretched herself on the bed before pulling the blanket up to her chest. She had a hard, even a weird way, and she just wanted to have some sleep before getting up early the next morning. But, as always, after such an excruciating, in a ways stressful experience, for some reason she wasn't able to fall asleep right away, so she tried thinking about some non important things, finding a peace of mind.
Slowly, her mind traveled over to the conversation that she and Amy had had recently. At first, she had found it disturbing, but later, she couldn't help but chuckle upon remembering it. She and Sheldon? Amy and Howard? Really? Sure, the tall one was attractive, but it must have been a coincidence. He didn't resemble Sheldon THAT much... didn't he?
She surprised herself by acknowledging, almost subconsciousnessly, that Sheldon was, physically, quite an attractive man. Tall, thin but well built, nice long arms, pretty facial features... those eyes... Something sank into her toes and she sighed. And them immediately shook her head and scoffed. What was the point of thinking about such things anyway? It wasn't like she wanted to be with Sheldon-she shivered at the mere thought of that, letting out a wicked chuckle. Not only had she been already married to Howard while Sheldon had been in a relationship with Amy-wait, had she really started... considering that idea?-but the guy was not her type at all. Eccentric, afraid of almost any kind of physical contact... and the mere thought of him on top of her or the other way around-not that she was actually visualising that, mind you-was, if not disturbing, then hillarious, due to their... very different height and body built.
Well, the last bit was probably unfair. She found that guy that she met in a bar attractive after all. And she used to date Glenn, for quite some time. Their relationship was, if anything, very intimate and, uhm, enjoyable.
Wait, comparing Glenn to Sheldon? What was happening to her? Had somebody spiked her drink? Such a ridiculous comparisson... but was it? They were both tall... strong... much bigger than her... very smart, scientists and... mysterious...
She sighed dreamily, her eyes sparkling with a strange light, as she remembered that time, many years ago, when Glenn had asked her to stay for a while after the lecture, so he could... help her... with her research. She bit her lower lip, a jolt going down her stomach. They locked eyes just the moment before locking lips, their tongues mating in a wild passion, dipping and exploring, moans and groans filling the room, her tiny writhing body leaning into his big strong one as he ran his hands down her...
Bernadette laid on the side, feeling herself chill, closing her eyes tightly in a desperate attempt to think of something else, but she couldn't, and soon all of her disturbances and insecrities regarding the matter seemingly evaporated from her mind, leaving the space open for dirty, forbidden, wonderful fantasy of pleasure. She was imagining-remembering-Glenn'a big strong hands slowly, teasingly taking her T-shirt off: before she had even managed to register the feeling of being partially naked in front of her lover, he had undid her bra buckle with one gentle but experienced movement; he was still lingering against her lips as she had creamed her panties at the sight of his throbing hard on bulging at his jeans, her nipples hardening at the sight as well due to an exposure, her clit aching as her black lace bra had fallen into her lap, pressing against her crotch. She couldn't help but slid her hand down her panties as she remembered the feeling of Glenn's body against hers, she was rubbing furiously at her sex, desperately trying to remember, sense the feeling of Glenn's tongue lapping against her swollen folds, licking her clit, eating her out: a loud moan escaped her mouth and she shuddered, her chest heaving at the sensation. She moved her own hand up to groop her tits, biting her lower lip hard as her fingers kept flowing up and down her sopping wet womanhood, every touch a delight to her senses while her walls started pulsing due to a friction, first juices running down her inner thighs.
Amy had no trouble sleeping. She was about to dozz off when...
She opened her eyes, having heard something like the moan coming from the roon near by. She listened carefully for several seconds, but heard nothing. She relaxed and closed her eyes again, waiting to fall asleep.
And, soon enough, there was another moan.
She opened her eyes again, listening carefully, her heart rate speeding up as a shiver went down her back. What was happening in Bernadette's room? Was she in pain?
Another moan. More of a whimper. Amy was about to stand up when she realized, recognized that...
Neither of that sounded like the moans of pain. Or fear. Those were, she realized with a shudder, sensual, pleasure filled, erotic whispers. Just like the ones in those XXX movies that she would watch every night, always on full screen, with the volume set high up, and with Gerard in hand. Amy gulped, feeling her cheeks blush, her senses suddenly being washed over with an excitement. What she had heard had been the moans coming from a woman who had been shamelessly pleasuring herself, in another room, right next to her. Amy licked her lips. Bernadette was, she thought, probably naked too, her eyes closed tightly, her skin flushed, those cute tiny fingers thrusting in and out of her tight, wet hole, her cum glistering against the flesh...
Amy felt a cold chill rush through her as soon as the jolt went up her pussy, her nipples hard and sticking up. She wasn't supposed to think that way about her friend, even pay attention to her activities... of such nature.
"Oh... yes", Bernadette cried, image of Glenn's big cock moving in and out of her wet pussy driving her wild. She began moving her big round ass against the bed sheet furiously, aching for more friction, as her other hand moved up to pinch her nipples.
Amy let out a moan of her own, her eyes closing while her clit throbbed at the sound. She tried visualising the way Bernadette was pouting her lips while breathing heavily, how naughty her face looked. She was probably biting her lower lip (her teeth sinking down the soft red flesh...) while, probably not trying to disturb her friend in the room near by... maybe she was wondering what would happen if Amy would catch her? Maybe she was thinking about Amy while pleasuring herself, imagining their naked, writhing bodies squeezing together, hands exploring... Amy cried and ran a hand down her pajama bottoms, furiously rubbing herself through her panties, the mental image combined with Bernadette's moans putting her in a near frenzy. She wondered how it would feel to have Bernadette lick her... down there? Her head bobbing up and down between her legs, both of them naked... that had a more powerful effect on her than she had expected and she felt the pleasure shake violently through her, insides twisting with delight as she cummed on her fingers, barely managing to withhold a betraying sigh.
She sneaked over to the near by room, almost completely naked, silently opened the door, and peeked inside.
Bernadette was lying up on the bed, completely naked, her body in her full view: nice long legs, chubby round thighs, big breasts... wet pussy. Her fingers kept going in and out of her tight hole, so fast, in such a furious manner: seeing her pleasuring herself so passionately and shamelessly turned Amy on so much that she almost came right then and there. With one hand over her mouth and eyes wide open, she started pulling her fingers in as deep as she could, hitting at her G-spot as hard as possible every time: it was something so wrong yet so good that she couldn't have described it, the sight was magnificent and she didn't want it to end.
She started wondering how it would feel to have Sheldon's cock in her pussy, to lick his and and chest while he would lick her breasts. How he would carry her over to the body while kissing her neck passionately while she would moan in anticipation...
"S-Sheldooon!", Bernadette cried, shivers rushing through her muscles as a hot pool of wetness exploded between her thighs. Amy moaned against her hand, the sight of Bernadette reveling in pleasure and cry in ecstasy almost mind numbing. A pleasure ripped through her muscles as sue came, immense pleasure taking over her senses when she first felt warm drops if sweat coating her skin, her knees shaking while she had to lean against the doorframe in order to keep the balance.
They locked eyes. Bernadette gasped, feeling herself... chill. Amy just stared at her, heart thundering against her heaving chest. Amy wasn't scared or ashamed... not much. She had an urge... to step forward.
And so she did.
Bernadette gulped, but didn't move. Amy stopped, studying Bernadette's reaction.
Then she made another step forward. And the next one. And the next one.
Bernadette watched, in awe, Amy's naked body moving forward. Her perky breasts, long legs, thighs. She was amazed by how hot Amy looked, she would have never guessed. She noticed a moist on her fingers, glistering juices on her pussy. An intoxicating smell of Amy's arousal burned up her nostrils. She sighed as Amy's eyes landed down on her rack. Amy stopped, and Bernadette smiled a little, then pulled the bed sheet off of herself, exposing her pelvis, making Amy gasp.
In the next moment, Amy leaned over, pulling Bernadette into a deep kiss.
They both moaned in relief as their soft lips ended crashing together, their hot breaths mixing while the newly found sensation made their bodies feel flushed, sending heat down to their cores. They tongues kept exploring, hands busy fondling every part of their naked bodies: hands, buttocks, thighs. And, as Bernadette stroked at Amy's warm pussy, Amy felt thrill shoot through her and began trailing her kisses down Bernadette's neck, chest and stomach, all the way down to her pussy, to try the thing that she had seen on that lesbian porn movies that she had watched so much. Bernadette kept moaning in a response, slowly lying down on the bed and spreading her legs in front of Amy, her body trembling with sensations at the mere expectation of cunnilingus.
Amy placed a gentle kiss on Bernadette'a pussy, her soft lips lingering against her wetness. Bernadette moaned, feeling shivers go up her stomach, her legs shaking at the sensation. Amy then licked her lips, the tender bittersweet taste making an ache go down her throat. With her eyes looking up and fixated on Bernadette's breasts, she trailed a lick up Bernadette's slit, feeling her cream herself against her tongue. Amy was licking at Bernadette furiously, feeling of her tongue move up and down her friend's nether yea and hearing her moan as a result making her clit stiff, her folds feeling moist. She desperately wanted to touch herself, but wanted to pay the full attention to Bernadette's sex. Inhaling her smell, she started running her hands up and down Bernadette's legs, her fingertips tracing up and down the flushed flesh. Bernadette moaned, two sensations combined making her go wild.
"Amy!", Bernadette cried out, making thrill rush through Amy's naked form. With Amy's tongue still deep inside her and lapping against her walls, and Amy's lips gently massaging her folds and clitoris, she came, her orgasm making every area on her body feel up with delight, relief going through her muscles while she cummed.
Amy swallowed Bernadette's juices, the taste and the texture mind numbing. It was only after there was nothing more to be licked off that she climbed on top of Bernadette, both taking a moment to enjoy in the afterglow together before they started fooling around again.
Both women moaned as Amy's wet aching cunt pressed against Bernadette's warm wet pussy, Bernadette's folds massaging at Amy's enlarged clit. Amy carefully positioned herself between Bernadette's legs and began rubbing her sex up and down her friend's crotch, every move making pleasure rip through her muscles, her arousal building up with every hump, small drops of bright sweat coating her exposed breasts as her heart beats kept thundering up in her throat.
"You... you were thinking about Sheldon, didn't you?", Amy cried, fondling Bernadette's breasts. "While fingering yourself... I was watching you..." She arched her back, spasms running through her loins and her lips quivering. "So hot..."
"Uhm yes..." The mere image of Amy reveling in pleasure on top of her was enough to set Bernadette's insides on fire. "You kinky girl..." Bernadette licked her lips, eyes centered on Amy's erect nipples. "I wonder what would Howard think about this..." "We are so bad... he would probably get turned on... join us... have you ever... thought about him?", Bernadette asked, making Amy's whole body writh with spasms. "You liked that guy in a bar... you bad girl", she hissed.
Amy was moaning from the top of her lungs, the action having even more powerful effect on her, partially due to her lack of experience, partially due to her kinky side that had only as of recently gotten unleashed... by the sight of Bernadette's tiny slender fingers pumping furiously in and out of her tight, cum creamed pussy; by the feeling of her own fingers touching her clit while watching a busty blonde pleasuring herself while crying Sheldon's name; by the feeling of Bernadette's experienced tongue invading her mouth; at the feeling of Bernadette's tongue penetrating her pussy... Every humping was another delightful attack at her alarmed senses and all the tastes, senses, feelings and physical pleasure kept increasing with the growing knowledge, awarness of what was happening. Her other hot blonde friend was fucking her in a model room, it was wrong and dirty but knowing that would only make her insides heat up even more, it was incredible and overwhelming and great and she was struggling to find enough strength to keep her eyes opened in order to enjoy the sight, the sight of Bernadette underneath her, the sight that kept searing into her mind, every moment and every pose, everything about her-her breasts, her face, her neck, stomach, legs, hips, glimpses of her ass and feet, all of it only increasing her overwhelming ordeal of pleasure. It was supposed to feel wrong, they were supposed to be able to fight off that newly discovered lust, but none of that was happening, just pleasure, and they were both moaning and gasping while holding at each other tightly and rode the waves of their simultaneous orgasm.
They fell asleep in each other's arms, feeling the smell of sex linger in their nostrils. Amy woke up an hour earlier than her mistress and sneaked back to her room, going to breakfast early. Bernadette inhaled Amy's essence upon walking up from a delightful sleep, but wasn't surprised to see her gone.
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Throughout the next week, they were avoiding each other. They didn't even knlw why really, or didn't want to think about it. But neither of them felt guilty abiut what they had done. It was only lust, they weren't in love with each other, neither of their significant others had any chance of finding out, and therefore what they had done won't hurt them.
But you can't avoid your secrets-or desires-forever. Late that afternoon, Amy opened her apartment door upon hearing the doorbell go off, too tired to look through the peephole or even ask who it was.
She nearly gasped upon seeing Bernadette stand in front of her door. She felt a mixture of and arousal through her body, her skin instantly flushing, and didn't say a word.
"Amy... may I come in?", Bernadette eventually asked, shyly.
"Sure", Amy said silently, stepping aside and allowing Bernadette to walk inside. Amy closed the door behind, feeling herself shiver.
"What do you need?", Amy asked as Bernadette was looking around her apartment, her cheeks slightly blushed. Eventually, Bernadette turned to face Amy and formed a small smile.
"You were right", she admitted, her voice unusually sweet. "I had a sexual fantasy about Sheldon that night...", she ran her hand through her hair, looking at the floor for a moment, "and I still do."
Amy felt a lump form in her throat, her demeanor growing rigid. She didn't know what to say or how to feel. But, eventually, she confessed something she never planned to. "I-I have been thinking about Howard a lot lately... you know... since you suggested it... I just can't help it!", she cried, throwing her arms above her head in frustration. And it was the truth. Ever since having sex with Bernadette, after she mentioned her choice at the bar, she was thinking about how would it feel like being with Howard, intimately, would he find her attractive and what would he be doing to her. It was frightening and wrong but also interesting and arousing and she couldn't stop thinking about it.
Bernadette chuckled. "It is OK." She smirked, something sparkling in her eyes. "And there is a solution for that."
Amy glared at her. "What?"
"I sleep with Sheldon, you sleep with Howard and we are all satisfied."
Amy couldn't believe her Wars. She felt herself chill. She took a step back, gulping. "What?", she cried. "I can't do that?"
"Why not?", Bernadette asked, matter of factly.
Amy was breathing heavily, her mind struggling to make sense of Bernadette's suggestions. "Because I am with Sheldon! And you are married!"
Bernadette shrugged. "It would only be a one time thing. Not an affair. What they don't know won't hurt them. And you and I have already slept together."
"I... I love Sheldon", she whispered softly, avoiding to look at Bernadette.
Bernadette sat on the couch next to Amy. "I know. And I love Howard." She gently cupped Amy's chin, making her shudder, and turned the brunette to meet her eyes. "Sex isn't necessarily something you do out of love: it is the best when you do, but sometimes it is just fun to try something new and enjoy it", she said in a husky tone. "Remember Gerard?", she reminder Amy, licking her lips slightly. "That would be similar to that, only with an actual person. Howard."
She leaned back. She didn't want to make things too tense or confusing for Amy. "It would be good for you two", she exclaimed, trying to sound convincing. "You would gain some more experience from it. Sheldon would be too, after being with me. Your sex life would be better that way, even the first time. And you would discover what you enjoy the most when having sex with someone, in which way... it could only do good to you."
Amy stared at her friend with wide eyes, feeling something in her chest flutter. "I guess that... makes sense", she admitted, almost feeling afraid of her own words.
"And think about that: how many times did you have a chance to experience a sexual fantasy of yours? Beside being with a woman."
"After all, it's not with who do you do it the first time, but how good it is, what it means to you. And sleeping with Howard wouldn't mean that you love Sheldon any less. No relationship is perfect and, let's be honest, we are talking about lust. Barely any emotions to it." She looked away. "My and Howard's marriage already has some... unexpected, mutual freedom to it", she said longingly.
Amy couldn't believe her ears. "What?"
Bernadette glared at her. "You don't have to know everything. Not yet."
"Also, cheer up. No matter how slow Sheldon is moving, you two will get to his bedroom eventually. Probably sooner than you think, after I... do him. And that is one more reason why we should do this. Even if we don't do it, you and Sheldon will have sex eventually, and if anything you will... improvement. Emotionally. Me and Howard... it isn't sure, but we are thinking about getting a place of our own. Maybe even a child someday. And lets face it: with Sheldon, you put up with A LOT. And I fulfill Howard's fantasises, like, every week. Not to mention that neither of us were really popular in High school. Or college. We deserve our first-and last-hurrah."
"You are right", Amy agreed, nodding her head. She couldn't believe that she had accepted that, and she immediately felt a thrill rush through her body. But suddenly, a frowned appeared on her face while her shoulders fell tense. "But...", she started, but stopped, looking down at the floor.
Bernadette shifted on the couch, glaring at her. "What?"
Amy looked up at her, suddenly shy again, slight smile on her face. "Everything you said was spot on."
Bernadette was confused. "But?"
Amy opened her mouth as too say something, but after a few seconds she, her cheeks blushed, just shook her head and looked away. "It will sound silly."
Bernadette rolled her eyes. "Oh, just say it already!", she cried, her voice much higher... and soar. Amy felt herself chill. She took a deep breath, running her hand through her hair.
"What if we develop... feelings?", she asked, silently, avoiding to look at Bernadette.
Bernadette frowned. "Feelings?"
Amy turned to face her, a look of concern on her face. "Me with Howard." Bernadette showed almost no reaction. Amy bit her lower lip. "And you with Sheldon", she whispered, noticing something like a smile appear at the corners of Bernadette's lips. "What if it becomes more than just sex?"
Bernadette just stared at her for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. Amy watched her in disbelief, patiently waiting for her to calm down.
"I'm sorry", Bernadette said, still letting out an occasional chuckle. "But me... and Sheldon... as a couple? Actual couple? In love?" She giggled.
Amy remained serious. "I am concerned."
"And one more thing."
"What now?"
"I would like... to watch", she exclaimed.
"Amy Farrah Fowler, you really are a bad girl."
Amy blushed. "Thank you."
"I like your idea", she whispered before leaning over and placing a kiss on Amy's lips. Amy felt a shiver go down her spine while a warmth spread through her chest: Bernadette then pulled away and moved her lips near Amy's ear, her hot breath filling it's shell. "Has our conversation turned you on too?", she whispered seductively, undoing a button on Amy's skirt.
Instead of answering, Amy pulled her into a kiss, just at the moment Bernadette's hand work became much less subtle.
A/N: NOT TO BE TAKEN TOTALLY SERIOUSLY.
